Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.